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Be glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope.

2 Though in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My soul for ever with the dead,
Nor lose thy children in the grave.

3 My flesh shall thy first call obey,
Shake off the dust, and rise on high;
Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way
Up to thy throne above the sky.

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4 There streams of endless pleasure flow
And full discov'ries of thy grace,
Which we but tasted here below,
Spread heav'nly joys through all the place.

PSALM XVII. 14, 15. (L. M.)

1 What sinners value, I resign:
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine:
I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.

2 This life's a dream, an empty shew;
But the bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere:
When shall I wake and find me there?

3 O glorious hour! O blest abode!
I shall be near and like my God;
And flesh and sin no more controul
The sacred pleasures of the soul.

4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise,

PSALM XVIII. 30-50. (L.M.)

I JUST are thy ways, and true thy word,
Great Rock of my secure abode :
Who is a God beside the Lord?
Or where's a refuge like our God?
2 'Tis he that girds me with his might,
Gives me his holy sword to wield;
And, while with sin and hell I fight,
Spreads his salvation for my shield.
3 He lives (and blessed be my rock!)
The God of my salvation lives:
The dark designs of hell are broke;
Sweet is the peace my Father gives.
4 To David and his royal seed
Thy grace for ever shall extend:
Thy love to saints in Christ their head
Knows not a limit nor an end.

PSALM XIX. PART I. 1—6. (L.M.)
1 THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

2 Th' unwearied sun from day to day
Doth his Creator's power display,
And publisheth to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.

3 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the list'ning earth
Repeats the story of her birth:

4 While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn,

Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5 What, though in solemn silence all Move round this dark terrestrial ball? What, though no real voice or sound Amid their radiant orbs be found?

6 In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice; For ever singing, as they shine, "The Hand that made us is divine!"

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PSALM XIX. PART II. 6-14. (s. M.)
BEHOLD the morning sun

Begins his glorious way;

His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey,

But where the gospel comes,

It spreads diviner light;

It calls dead sinners from their tombs,
And gives the blind their sight.

3 How perfect is thy word!
And all thy judgements just;
For ever sure thy promise, Lord,
And men securely trust.

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I hear thy word with love,
And I would fain obey:

Send thy good Spirit from above
To guide me, lest I stray.

While with my heart and tongue
I spread thy praise abroad,
Accept the worship and the song,
My Saviour and my God!

PSALM XIX. VERSION III. (L. M.) 1 THE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord; In every star thy wisdom shines; But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. 2 The rolling sun, the changing light, And nights and days thy power confess; But the blest volume thou hast writ, Reveals thy justice and thy grace. 3 Sun, moon, and stars, convey thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand: So when thy truth began its race, It touch'd and glanc'd on every land. 4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest, Till through the world thy truth has run; Till Christ has all the nations blest, That see the light, or feel the sun. 5 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise; Bless the dark world with heav'nly light: Thy gospel makes the simple wise; Thy laws are pure, thy judgements right. 6 Thy noblest wonders here we view, In souls renew'd, and sins forgiv'n : Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew, And make thy word my guide to heav'n.

PSALM XXII. 24-31. (C. M.)
ONCE did our suff'ring Saviour pray,
With mighty cries and tears:
God heard him in that dreadful day,
And chas'd away his fears.

2 Great was the vict'ry of his death,
His throne exalted high;

And all the kindreds of the earth
Must worship, or must die.

3 A num'rous offspring shall arise
From his expiring groans:

They shall be reckon'd in his eyes
For daughters and for sons.

4 The meek and humble souls shall see
His table richly spread;

And all that seek the Lord shall be
With joys immortal fed.

5 The isles shall know the righteousness
Of our incarnate God;
And nations yet unborn profess
Salvation in his blood.

PSALM XXIII.

VERSION I. (P. M. Carey's.) 1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care: His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye: My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads My weary, wand'ring steps he leads; Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow. 3 Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors over-spread, My stedfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still: Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.

PSALM XXIII. VERSION II. (C. M.) 1 My Shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah is his name;

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